Back to the Song Dynasty as a tyrant

Back to the Song Dynasty as a Tyrant Author: Hua Lingyan

Summary:

Above the temple, the rotten wood is the official, and among the majesty of the temple, the beasts eat the salary, and the wolf-hearted and dog-like people are in charge.

The servile servants took over the government one after another, so that the country and the hills and ruins were ruined!

You wait to ask if the sword in my hand is sharp?

Chapter 1

What the hell!

Zhao Ning suddenly sat up from the bed, and tragically found himself one of the unluckiest time travelers in history.

He crossed over to Song Qinzong Zhao Huan!

Who is Zhao Huan?

It was the guy who knew that he was going to be the emperor, refused to die, and finally fainted in the toilet.

His name may not be well known, but his year is.

Jingkang!

That's right, it is the emperor of the Song Dynasty in the shame of Jingkang!

The elder brother of the ninth younger sister Zhao Gou.

How shameful is Jingkang?

All the members of the royal family were captured by the Kingdom of Jin and went north, the emperor was reduced to a plaything, and one hundred thousand ordinary people were also expelled to go north.

Since then, the land of the Central Plains has been desolate for thousands of miles, and starvation is everywhere.

All this was caused by Song Qinzong Zhao Huan and Song Huizong Zhao Ji, the wonderful father and son.

But the problem is, since I didn't do anything bad, why did God allow me to transmigrate into Zhao Huan?

Zhao Ning was an overtime dog of a financial company in the 21st century. He died a bloody death. A car accident happened on the way to get off work.

Up to now, he still has the terrifying scene of the big truck sweeping over in his mind.

When I was in a daze, I found that there were many more memories in my mind.

He sighed, Zhao Huan!

Bad luck, give me Zhao Huan, you give Liu Che, Li Shimin or something, no matter how bad it is, Song Renzong, the emperor of Taiping, is also good.

Zhao Huan, the situation he was facing was absolutely hell-difficult!

In the more than 100 years since the founding of the Song Dynasty, the internal interest groups have swelled to heinous proportions.

The traitorous ministers of the Song Dynasty came out one after another. The scholar-officials and the landlord class were more capable of sucking blood than the other, and more capable of becoming demons than the other!

While he was in a daze, a voice came from outside.

"Official, official." The servant (eunuch) Wang Huaiji entered the Wende Hall with a somewhat anxious tone.

Zhao Ning came back to his senses, his head was dizzy.

When is Jingkang now?

Could it be the second year of Jingkang?

In the second year of Jingkang, I will be captured by the Jin people and go to the north!

It might as well be smashed to death in the palace.

If it is the first year of Jingkang, there should be a chance.

In fact, the Jin people couldn't break through Tokyo City (the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty), and Song Qinzong himself was the one to blame.

At that time, there were still [-] troops in Tokyo, and most ordinary people spontaneously sent money to fight against the gold.

The results of it?

Song Qinzong's brain twitched, and he believed in a magician named Guo Jing.

Guo Jing stood at the top of the city: Urgently, like a law, Taishang Laojun quickly manifests his spirit, Liujia Shenbing, come on!

Just set up the formation, and open the gate of the city!

Jin Jun, who had been unable to attack for a long time and was worrying in front of the city tower, looked at it with a dazed expression, and couldn't believe what he saw.

Good guy, the city gate opened by itself?

The emperor of the Song Dynasty knew that we had worked hard to attack the city, so he welcomed the Jin people to visit the city?

Don't tell me, the real history is really like this!

Is it ridiculous?

absurd!

It's ridiculous!

But Zhao Ning has traveled to this ridiculous era!

He rubbed his temples, his head was still dizzy, and his memory was still merging.

I kept saying in my heart: Don't be the second year of Jingkang!The best is the beginning of the first year of Jingkang, so at least there is salvation!Resolute main battle!Never open the city gate, never trust that Guo Jing!

He casually replied: "What's the matter?"

Wang Huaiji walked in and said: "Officials, Sun Xianggong sent someone to say that Guo Daxian has set up a formation at the gate of the south city and is going to summon the heavenly soldiers and generals."

Guo Daxian?

Which Guo Daxian?

In the late Northern Song Dynasty, there was a minister named Guo Daxian?

Guo...

What the hell!

Zhao Ning was still a little groggy and weak at first, probably due to the sequelae of time travel, but after he realized this Guo Daxian, he immediately jumped up from the chair.

That's right!He jumped up!

Wang Huaiji also trembled in fright, and quickly asked: "Guan, are you alright?"

The memories in his mind are rapidly merging!

What the hell!What the hell!What the hell!

Now is the first year of Jingkang Run in November!

What is the difference between this and the second year of Jingkang!

God!You are taking a big joke!

At this time, there are 10,000+ golden troops besieging the city outside Tokyo!

The most important thing is that Guo Jing's old magic stick is about to start doing tricks!

This is how the Jin army broke the city, and it can break the city today!

It was freezing cold outside, but Zhao Ning was already in a cold sweat.

"Quick! Quick! Prepare the horse! Quick!"

Wang Huaiji didn't react at all, and was flustered by the emperor's actions: "Official, are you all right, do you want to call the imperial doctor?"

Zhao Ning almost roared out: "Prepare my horse quickly! I want to go to the city gate myself!"

Wang Huaiji was frightened, and hurriedly rolled and crawled.

The memories in Zhao Ning's mind were rapidly merging, and he walked over unsteadily, and the maids at the door hurried over to help him.

He pushed everyone away and ran outside.

It's just that the ancient clothes were too long, so he grabbed the clothes and continued to run wildly.

Not long after, the imperial guards outside were alarmed.

Wang Zonglin, the commander in front of the palace, hurried over: "Officials!"

"Prepare the horse! Quick!"

I just felt uncomfortable after time travelling, and it takes time to adapt to my new identity.

Now everything is a cloud!

If Guo Dashen is really allowed to dance the Great God on the towers of Tokyo, maybe it will make Tokyo hot... Oh no, what if the gate of Tokyo is opened?

What do you propose?

Shame on Jingkang!

Do you know how miserable Jingkang's shame is?

I have just crossed over, and my butt is not hot yet, so I am going to be taken to the north by the golden man?

The memory is still merging, this Wang Zonglian has it in his memory.

Wang Zonglin was Zhao Huan's uncle.

how to say?

This guy has no skills, worse than his predecessor Gao Qi.

Yes, it is Taiwei Gao who can play football.

But now is not the time to settle accounts with Wang Zonglin, nothing is important now, the most important thing is that Guo Shenstick.

I'll be good!

I just crossed over, why don't you have such an exciting time!

Wang Zonglin said: "Officials, I have prepared a royal driver for you."

Zhao Ning couldn't be in the mood to ride a carriage, so he got on the horse. Fortunately, the owner of this body, Zhao Huan, could ride a horse, and his body retained his memory.

He rode on his horse and rushed towards the palace gate, and the imperial guards behind him were so frightened that they hurriedly rushed along with him.

It was November, and it was freezing cold, and it was snowing heavily in Tokyo.

As soon as Zhao Ning rushed out of the palace gate, the sight of Tokyo city came into view.

This is the number one city in the world in this era.

The populations of Paris and London are only 10, while the population of Kaifeng in Tokyo has exceeded one million.

Constantinople, known as the center of Europe, has a population of only a few hundred thousand.

Undoubtedly, this is the center of human civilization in this era, like a bright pearl, located on the bank of the Bian River.

Human science and technology, literature, commerce, and art are at their peak here.

But because the force is too weak, the city is now besieged by the Jin army, and the order in the city is no longer the same as before.

Zhao Ning glanced around, and saw someone walking quickly on the street with a panicked expression.

The wind and snow hit him in the face, and he suddenly ignored it.

If the city gate of Tokyo City is really opened today, it will be a nightmare for this city, and it will be a nightmare for more than 100 million people.

In the decades that followed, the land of the Central Plains was ravaged by the flames of war.

Chapter 2 Guo Daxian, don't be afraid, I am a good person

At this time, there was a middle-aged man on the tower of Xuanhuamen in the South City Gate. He was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a sword in his hand. This man was naturally Guo Jing, the famous magic stick in the late Northern Song Dynasty.

Next to him was an old man who was thin but stood upright. This man was Zhang Shuye, a famous official at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty.

In addition, there are Sun Fu, the Minister of the Ministry of War and a privy secretary, as well as several officials of the Ministry of War.

Guo Jing was invited by Sun Fu.

There are also several officials next to Zhang Shuye.

Zhang Shuye's eldest son, Zhang Bofen, said angrily: "Sun Shangshu, I have never heard of a person who can make ghosts and gods succeed. Right now, gold thieves besiege the city and use soldiers to control them. This is the right way. You believe in the power of ghosts and gods. Are you not afraid of being ridiculed?"